Many year ago there was a funky little rock/blues/funk/country music hangout in the lower eastside of NYC. It was called CBGB. People either loved it or just avoided it. Either you 'got it' or you didn't. BHA is Aruba's hotel answer to CBGB. Either you 'get it' or you don't. Yes, it is kinda worn around the edges; it exudes a kind of kitsch, but is not concerned with its status or outer presentation. It simply is a place to stay for a few days or a week or more. It exists in a sort of time warp; people set their own clock, their own rhythms and go about their days and nights unencumbered by what the high end resorts might offer. Ana, the manager, is someone who draws people in with her knowledge, style, friendship, and good graces. Wilson, the house fix-it whiz has his pulse on the details of helping the place run well. The owners are so modest and unpretentious, that for the first two days of my stay, I thought they were guests like the rest of us. I would hope to return one day. But please, my one suggestion- at least in my residence. The mattress- is way, too soft- I think it is time for a new, hard, firm one. Thanks, guys.